Blogging has been a funny story, but the longer and more carefully we look at a funny story, the sadder it becomes. A life in between green and indigo gone gray.

As the dawn’s disappointment of sleeping with one’s fantasy, blogging is a dry act, alone in the magnitude of the grief, as a devil that grabs you and pretends to keep you in hell for eternity … so what’s the point of it all?

Millions of people in their lonely little shacks, viciously writing and posting to their lonely little blogs the sadness they carry around in public in order to drown it out with the noise, but after a short interval breaks out again all the more terribly; and gathers inside us and is life, life that we can die of. It kind of makes me fell the saddest sadness.

Wouldn’t you throw yourself down and gnash your teeth when you caught yourself pretending that everybody out there cared about what you thought, when really nobody gives a shit? There is enough loneliness in the world already. I don’t need to add to it.

As Billy Joel goes “I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints.”

You bet your sweet ass I’m speaking of the days that are no more.

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Blues gone grey – by Dugutigui

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About Dugutigui

In the “Diula” language in Mali, the term « dugutigui » (chief of the village), literally translated, means: «owner of the village»; «dugu» means village and «tigui», owner. Probably the term is the result of the contraction of «dugu kuntigui» (literally: chief of the village).

8 Responses to blues gone grey – (en)

I don’t think it’s so bad. I have read many interesting posts from all those “lonely people”, including yours. As for me, I use my blog as a means of being a bit regular drawing and painting, and besides I get some feedback to improve little by little.

I really like your posts although I haven’t had much time for following other people’s blogs lately.

So is everything else,you can say,virtual or real.And though,there are some things we care about,and some that inspire you,motivate you,etc,same like reading a book,seeing some art,or a movie or whatever else.And even if just one person gets something out of what you do or say,I think it is good enough.And you might not even know.In the worst case,blogging is your own sort of diary.Or an experience.Come on,you know all that ;). Happy new year!

The quest of a writer or poet to makes himself/herself visible to the larger world in some meaningful way is always difficult . Whether submitting writing to a magazine or a book publisher in order to be heard or self publishing through a blog, it always takes a bit of courage to put yourself out there. You have taken that courageous step and I hope you will continue to do that this year.

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Welcome aboard! Seems like writing is very much like living, with all the ups and downs, colorful dreams and eventually monotonous humdrum of breathing. Just have to keep going until the end, I guess. That’s my point.

And on the other side of the coin, those of us who are driven to write our thoughts out, or write reviews on books or music now have an outlet. It gives us a forum where we can produce our work, without jumping through the hoops of editors or agents – and maybe, occasionally, other people pay us the compliment of reading and responding to what we write… I personally think it’s wonderful…